They love to root about of course
\nIn The wild forests where
\nIt\u2019s a hogs main dreamscape
\nIn the wind and rain they share
\nAll the smells of the countryside
\nBut locked in farrowing crates
\nWhich is what farmers do to them
\nThese ridiculous of traits<\/p>\n
Is cruel and so short sighted
\nIt\u2019s ludicrousness and
\nLacks
\nAn honest understanding
\nSuch anguish it attacks
\nThe female who is indisposed for she
\nFeels mournful about prostration
\nAnd what is anxiety<\/p>\n
The joy that should be in her life
\nThe freedom of it all
\nExalted by the forest vista
\nWhere the wild souls call
\nOut her name the Tawny Owls
\nThe Roe Deer and the Fox
\nIt truly leads to such remorse
\nWhen the farmer locks<\/p>\n
The cage and walks away
\nIn one place a solitary she be
\nNeurotic and a worrier
\nShe obsessively
\nReminds herself the freedom
\nThe bluebells and the wild
\nFeeling disconcerted
\nWaiting for her child<\/p>\n
It\u2019s intolerable behaviour
\nWithout a genuine place
\nBorn clean subjected sadly
\nLost without a trace
\nNo dump no straw no cleanliness
\nAggravated by
\nHeat and dirt and negligence
\nAnd maggots where you lie<\/p>\n
Stuck with ululation
\nHeaving breasts and sighs
\nBlubbering and whimpering
\nAt what is your size
\nFood just thrown right at you
\nBathed in salty tears
\nFarrowing crates are evil
\nMuch more than it appears<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They love to root about of course In The wild forests where It\u2019s a hogs main dreamscape In the wind and rain they share All the smells of the countryside But locked in farrowing crates Which is what farmers do … Continue reading